Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis hung up the phone and immediately rose from his seat, turning to address Richelie Dunn, who had also stood up.

“Dr. Dunn, my grandfather has fainted, I’ll have to leave Timmy in your care for the time being.”

To his surprise, Richelle raced towards the bedroom while speaking to him, “Given Master Lewis’s age, fainting due to anger might be a stroke, which is extremely dangerous. I’ll go with you now.”

With that, she had already reached the children’s bedroom and knocked on the door.

“Babies, Mommy is going to the hospital with Uncle now, be good and play at home.”

By the time Richelle had changed and emerged, Roy was already waiting for her at the entrance, with the children standing there as well.

Richelle hugged all three children, including the young master, kissing each of their faces before rushing to the hospital with Roy.

In the car, Mr. Chapman, who had already received Master Lewis, explained the older man’s condition to Roy and reassured him, “Master Lewis, your grandfather’s condition is stable now, so there’s no need to worry too much.”

Roy, having no knowledge of medical matters, waited until Richelle had hung up before asking, “What do you think the situation is?”

Richelle stated gravely, “Given Mr. Lewis’s symptoms, he appears to have fainted due to severe anger causing the liver chi to rise and blood to overflow to the head. Luckily, his condition was discovered early, and Mr. Chapman and his team have done a timely treatment. It should be fine, but we need to get to the hospital and see him before making any determination.”

Afterwards, Roy’s expression hardened, as if lost in thought, and he did not converse with Richelle for the rest of the journey.

From the seriousness on his face, Richelle guessed that he was most likely thinking about Mr. Lewis and the Thompsons.

In the end, it remains true that everyone faces the same vulnerabilities.

No matter your power and wealth, your physical health remains fragile.

Sometimes, just a simple phrase can hit a critical weakness, causing a seemingly powerful person to crumble.

When Richelle and Roy arrived at the hospital, the still unconscious Mr. Lewis had already been admitted into the intensive care unit and multiple specialists were conducting a full check-up on him.

After entering, Richelle had a brief discussion with the specialists and then sat down to take Mr. Lewis’s pulse.

Roy stood by, his expression still troubled.

After taking the pulse for a while, Richelle turned to Roy and said,

“Mr. Lewis, rest assured, your grandfather is not in a life-threatening condition. The specialists have prescribed medicine according to his symptoms. I will also give him an acupuncture treatment later. He should wake up by tomorrow at the latest.”

Roy nodded, “Thank you all for your hard work.”

Seeing that he remained standing, and noticing the stormy look on his face, Richelle couldn’t help but remind him,

“Mr. Lewis, remember that you also need to rest and recuperate. If possible, it would be best if you could lie down somewhere, or at least sit.”

If both Mr. Lewis, who is like the stabilizing needle on the compass for the family, and Roy, the linchpin of the family, fall ill, the Lewis family would be on the verge of collapse.

As Roy’s personal doctor, Richelle did not want to become known as the one who wiped out a family.

After glancing at the unconscious Mr. Lewis in the bed, whose face had a bluish tinge and eyes tightly closed, Roy seemed to have not heard what Richelle said and walked out of the room.

Technically, as her boss’s personal issue, Richelle shouldn’t be involving herself. However, if his personal issues could affect his health, then she needed to intervene.

She got up, exchanged a few words with the specialists, then quickly followed him out.

The intensive care room was the last room in the hallway, and around the corner were the fire exit and staircase.

Richelle didn’t see anyone in the hallway and was wondering if he had taken the elevator when she heard Roy’s icy voice from the direction of the staircase.

“Who do the Thompsons think they are, daring to come to the Lewis household and stir up trouble? If you really have the guts, come at me. I’m currently in charge of the Lewis household. If you yell at a ninety-year-old man, you’re an animal, not a human!”

The person on the other end of the phone was Lucas Thompson, Diana Thompson’s brother.

“You think I won’t dare? Roy Lewis, are the Lewis family members even human? Don’t say this isn’t your scheme! First, you let someone hit my sister, then framed my brother-in-law and nephew to go to jail, and now, you’re saying my sister is crazy and want to send her to a mental hospital. You’re the real demon who harms without batting an eye!”

By this time, Richelle had already approached the staircase. She had no intention of eavesdropping, so she walked up to Roy, gestured at his ice-cold face with a calming hand gesture.

The last time she saw him this angry was probably when she brought snacks for his elder son. Enraged, he had yelled at her to leave!

It seems that this man seen by others as cold and ruthless, Master Lewis, has a soft spot — his family.

Be it his son, be it Mr. Lewis.

In Richelle Dunn’s eyes, those who value relationships are particularly handsome.

As such, the man in front of her, Roy Lewis, seemed a few points handsomer without anyone noticing.

Roy Lewis, hearing Lucas Thompson’s nonsense over the phone, locked his icy gaze with Richelle Dunn’s clear one, his eyes shuddering slightly.

Richelle Dunn again made a deep-breathing gesture at him, hinting at him to calm down and not hurt himself over inconsequential people.

Seeing the concerned look in her eyes, Roy’s gaze gradually warmed. He coldly said to the person on the phone, “Lucas Thompson, you wait. We’ll settle this score today sooner or later!”

Richelle Dunn watched him hang up the phone and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

“Mr. Lewis, I’m sorry for interrupting your call.”

Even though her intentions were for his benefit, she had indeed interfered with his private affairs. No matter how you looked at it, she was in the wrong.

Roy Lewis blinked at her with his deep gaze. After a long while, he shook his head and said,

“It’s okay, Dr. Dunn. Don’t worry!”

Finishing his words, he turned and walked out of the staircase. The moment he stepped out of the door, he left her with a “Dr. Dunn, thank you!”

He wasn’t unaware; his current situation also required him to control his liver fire.

One could even say, if his liver fire rose in the reverse direction, he would be ten-thousand times worse off than Mr. Lewis!

Richelle Dunn paused for a moment and then quickly followed him out. Standing behind him, she softly responded, “You’re welcome, it’s part of my job.”

Roy Lewis and Richelle Dunn returned to the intensive care unit one after another. Roy, who originally planned to stay in the ward with Mr. Lewis, got Mr. Chapman to clear a room for him next door after the conversation with Richelle Dunn. He again requested Richelle Dunn and the experts present to take good care of Mr. Lewis. He himself went to sleep in the next room.

Regarding his physical condition, he was a bit overly optimistic before Richelle Dunn’s arrival.

Even though he’d experienced headaches so severe they felt like explosions and temporary blindness several times, he’d blindly think he could live a hundred more years once his vision restored and the pain subsided.

But since Richelle Dunn became his doctor, he could noticeably feel his body gradually improving. This feeling of seeing the dawn was different from his previous blind confidence.

Thus, he now unconditionally trusts Richelle Dunn in the field of medicine.

Roy Lewis lay in bed, the words of the Thompson creature he would gladly tear apart resounding in his ears, causing a tumultuous noise in his head, so piercing it made his head feel like it would split.

“Mr. Lewis, take a deep breath and try to think of happy things, from your childhood, or related to your son. In short, recall anything that can make you happy…”

The gentle reminders from Richelle Dunn as she was performing acupuncture came through clearly amid the clamor, like a breeze in the mountains, significantly calming the restless heat wave.

He took deep breaths from his abdomen, just as Richelle Dunn had taught him: inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

In his mind, the slim figure of his son gradually appeared. The little figure learning to walk, facing the light, twisted his head to grin at him, revealing a few newly sprouted little white teeth.

“Daddy, chase me! Daddy, chase me!”

And so, Roy Lewis, with his gradually calming and smooth breath, chased the light, and the slim figure of his son, and drifted into a dream.

In the dream, it started with him and his son chasing each other in a blooming garden. The little one was growing up facing the light, and he was relentlessly following him.

The father and son turned a corner, and a large cherry blossom tree appeared on the lawn ahead.

In the bright sunlight, under the fluttering falling cherry blossoms, the Dunn family of three was frolicking around.

Seeing the two of them, the mother and son turned around to wave at them, signaling them to come over.

Roy Lewis, holding his son’s hand, without hesitation, ran into the colorful falling cherry blossoms.

Also running into the happiness radiating light and warmth….